A long week

This week has come to a close yet for a Friday it made sure to go out with a bang. I'm screwed. The first is coming up and all the bills are due. Seems that I never seem to work enough to cover it all. I find it hard to keep up with this pace and be more than a robot. Once the week starts I find it hard not to shut off the brain and let life pass me by.

Baby registry...

Tonight I came home from work to go and do baby registry with my soon to be wife. It blows me away how much money could be spent on things you (or your baby) don't need. The really sad part is that there is so much of it. So much in fact that it seemed to me that there is more STUFF than things you will need. Welcome to capitalism, right? Ok, enough of the rant.

Work today was frustrating. Mistakes, doing things twice and three times over, and more than a few setbacks latter my day came to a grinding halt. I find it very daunting to go to work in the morning. This project is easy and seems like it should be a quick slap together. However some of these details are really kicking my butt. Thus I lost a half day in labor and quite a few dollars in materials. It's a little hard to keep at it after a day like this but work won't wait so I guess I have to get back at it.

Wow it's been a long time

Ya so it's been a while since I posted and it is a new blog so I might as well start over. So on to the news!

The reason I quit posting was that I fell in love and will be getting married in just over a year. Life has been pretty crazy recently. The baby will arrive in early February of next year and Ona and I will tie the knot the following August. Other than that it's all work and little play. Life just takes over don't it!?!

I realize now that growing up is still just another hurdle on the long track of life. But I also realize that life is just as much fun when it up and changes on you.

I start a new cabinet project tomorrow that should prove to be interesting and engaging. The customer is very appreciative and easy to work with, making it a joy to work for them. I continue to come to grips with the fact that I am talented at this form of creation and expression. This line of work suits me and makes for a new look on life and work every day. This is quite the encouragement to me because as Ona and I start a family I realize how important it is to enjoy my job so that I can experience my home life that much more.

Getting out from under our old ideas about life can be very difficult. Having that turning point in our minds and souls comes rarely. We are a changing animal. We learn and adapt to situations around us. Sometimes this adaptation can be very grueling and difficult, yet almost always must be done. We are constantly in a state of flux and thus we become very good at change as we age. I see this in my parents.

As they get older I find that they are able to change with the things that come into their lives with relative ease. Some might call this old age where a person just does not care anymore or has a cynical outlook on change and thus is accepting. I am not talking about that. Cynicism only breeds a sense of giving up, that you can't effect it so don't even include yourself in it. No, my parents are not the kind to give into a cynical outlook. When a change comes their way they are more apt to get the initial shock over with and move on to living along side of said change.

Mountains

One week later and I have just returned from a short fishing trip in western Colorado. It always realize when I am up there how much I miss living in the mountains. When I was standing there on the edge of the high lake watching the clouds come over the hill hoping it would rain later so that I could fish that last few minutes before dinner. Soon it came to me that being able to be out in the wilderness and experience the wonders of God's creation meant that even if it rained I was one lucky man.

When it comes down to life in the city, I think people start to become callous to the fact that their lives are passing them by and they don't even have a clue. We dive every day into the work and money that take every last second of our time and never see what we are really here for. Then we wonder why our lives seem so absolutely empty.

I guess this post is that simple. I need to get out more and get away from the city. It really comes down to remembering who I am.

Mothers Day (US)

Here in the U.S. it is mothers day. One holiday for those who God chose to carry us all for nine months to bring another wonderful soul into His creation.

I am always aware of the debt all people have to their mothers. My mother in particular (at least in my book) is a saint. Her heart and soul is truly blessed with the fortitude, discipline, and love to raise five children in a household full of God. I was raised to become the man the Lord wants me to be, and without the mother He gave me that would have been all but impossible. Her passion for her family has never faltered. My siblings and I have always known that her sacrifices for us created one of the most amazing places to grow-up. Her life is a living testament of the love of God because she continues and will for the rest of her life, love her children (and grandchildren) with all that God has given her.

My mother is like many mothers out there. They all are worthy of the respect of their children and the respect of every person on this earth for what they have done for their families. On this day they are honored.

The Art of It

Last night I went to my girlfriends student showing. She is a film student and at the end of the school year the Profs judge all the projects and compile a fest of sorts to showcase some of the students and their work. This shindig creates quite a stir among the students over the whole semester, the build-up can be excruciating. Suffice it to say, everyone wants to get shown. However, the obvious conclusion is that most do not.

When we found out that her short film was not to be shown her reaction was understandable if not expected. Anyone that puts the work that she does into a project like she did would like at least a little recognition. Artists need people to see their art. It was hard not to try and take away the hardship of rejection even though I felt that she needed the rejection so that she would be urged to excel in her expression and art.

Sad that we as artists get so much joy from practicing our medium but also get so much heartache from one simple rejection.

On heat and blogs

My great new blog. This is always fun. At this point something to do on a hot Friday evening.